[ he's repeating stiles' god, just being mocking for the sake of mocking him. doscoe-whose-name-he's-still-willing-to-change purrs beneath him and derek gives her a grateful little pat on the dashboard, pulling out of the garage, the rough scratch of asphalt giving way to the crinkling crackle of gravel. derek's boss calls out to him as he goes - asks if he's still free to work tomorrow (he is), asks if he's finally taking that jeep back to his sub (he is), and tells him stiles is probably going to fucking love it - and then he's pulling out into the main street, slightly red. it's one thing, working on this in secret. it's another for stiles to know that he's been talking to people at work about how excited he is to do it. derek doesn't tend to talk, after all. this has just - been kind of a big deal, these past few weeks.
derek scratches at his beard and mumbles a quick sorry to stiles for the interruption, but other than that, he says very little until the embarrassment fades. stiles mentioned something about a hula lady that he honestly almost completely forgot about, and it's not until he's sitting at a red traffic light that he looks back at the video call and answers. ]
Deal. Serious about the date, though. I was going to suggest a drive-in, but.
[ he gestures with one hand, making cut off motions across his throat. he figures that the movies around here are just... porn. which, don't get him wrong - he'd totally spend an evening watching porn with stiles, he's not dissing that - but he wants to just have... a date. he wants to go somewhere nice and show him he loves him without the evening revolving around getting laid.
though he would of course be cool with getting laid. derek looks back at the phone when the car's waiting at a traffic light, impatiently bouncing his foot on the gas pedal. ]
Maybe something more private. Just you, me, and one of the women from Lilo and Stitch who danced with Lilo at her recital.
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[ he's repeating stiles' god, just being mocking for the sake of mocking him. doscoe-whose-name-he's-still-willing-to-change purrs beneath him and derek gives her a grateful little pat on the dashboard, pulling out of the garage, the rough scratch of asphalt giving way to the crinkling crackle of gravel. derek's boss calls out to him as he goes - asks if he's still free to work tomorrow (he is), asks if he's finally taking that jeep back to his sub (he is), and tells him stiles is probably going to fucking love it - and then he's pulling out into the main street, slightly red. it's one thing, working on this in secret. it's another for stiles to know that he's been talking to people at work about how excited he is to do it. derek doesn't tend to talk, after all. this has just - been kind of a big deal, these past few weeks.
derek scratches at his beard and mumbles a quick sorry to stiles for the interruption, but other than that, he says very little until the embarrassment fades. stiles mentioned something about a hula lady that he honestly almost completely forgot about, and it's not until he's sitting at a red traffic light that he looks back at the video call and answers. ]
Deal. Serious about the date, though. I was going to suggest a drive-in, but.
[ he gestures with one hand, making cut off motions across his throat. he figures that the movies around here are just... porn. which, don't get him wrong - he'd totally spend an evening watching porn with stiles, he's not dissing that - but he wants to just have... a date. he wants to go somewhere nice and show him he loves him without the evening revolving around getting laid.
though he would of course be cool with getting laid. derek looks back at the phone when the car's waiting at a traffic light, impatiently bouncing his foot on the gas pedal. ]
Maybe something more private. Just you, me, and one of the women from Lilo and Stitch who danced with Lilo at her recital.